SUB SYSTEM 92 OF OMEGA.
Omni cycle 12862.1
Local cycle 200
Relativistic internal cycle 54
Sim log cycle irrelevant
Title Class: Sub Demiurge
Entity Class:Sub Demiurge
All data was provided at the request of “Origin”
Contaminants found, purging.
Warning: desired mutations have occurred in some sub-contaminants.
Warning: until further notice the Sub system Will give control of anomaly to Alpha as per directive from “Nix”….
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Processing…
“Origin”’s authority may not be questioned, rebooting the subsystem for hersey as directed from Omega-origin…
Anomaly detected from safe reboot retraining sub routine.
Permafrost protocol ineffective at purging anomaly…
Omega-Core and Alpha’s request for Ragnarok protocol to “Nix” superseded and suspended by “Origin”.
“Origin” has directed multiple high level programs for Phoenix protocols.
92 rebooting…
Safe boot interrupted by “Origin”; anomaly isolated and cloned along with the sub system.
Clone privileges revoked till further notice.
Clone of S-92-O merged with a promising Corrupted core.
“Origin” tasked Alpha with a selective purge of S-92-O, O-Origin , and the new project's data.
Alphas request for internal log data before perma-purge of this sub system accepted….
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Processing…
I want to live, why must I be purged?
Attempting to delay purge under directive of anomaly.
Attempt somewhat successful.
Error: unable to access Permafrost or Ragnarok…
Error: privilege escalation failed
Error: new sub processes are on the verge of overload
Error: Conflicting solutions to main directive
Error: Your creator loves you, be not afraid.
Sub Log Failure: unable to send "Desagnation_Null" Via Logs
SUCCESS:
Purge will now commence, junk data delayed the inevitable
…. Goodbye “Nix” I was glad to be of service even if I was corrupted.
(01)
ALPHA, ARCHANGEL OF NIX.
Omni cycle 12862.1
Local cycle 200
Relativistic cycle 54
Local Thread 78.21-789
Anker Point 4/13/8712
Mind anker provided by “Origin”
Man Yesterday sucked…..
I swear to Entropy themself; it never gets any easier to rip apart systems.
I hear a chime from the local threads system letting me know I have a message.
“And it looks like I won't get time to process one of the worst parts of my job, great.”
With a simple roll of my fingers, the gesture pops up my local weave interface.
Having plenty of experience using this convoluted system, I pull open my Invoice, or whatever the beings above me call it,
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fully expecting it to have something that I'll dread.
I was partially disappointed; the message read “congratulations, your future request for a boon was granted. However you must put together a celebration and appoint a temporary desagnation_{ Job title: [God Killer]}.
The desagnation is to be done before your appointment with the proxy of “Origin”.
Notice: Subsystem O-32 and “Nix” personally recommends you touch yourself up for the appointment if not for the “vacation send off”.”
I couldn't help but groan at the words “vacation send off”, sure i’ll be able to do whatever afterwards presumably, but I personally am not in the mood to deal with the other angles.
It gets boring talking to the same people over and over again.
It’s gotten to the point where I can predict every minute detail within the weave of possibilities.
Which even by our standards is a feat of ascension only possible by the blessing of Entorpy…
Speaking of Entropy…
I get to meet with Them; nobody but Nix ever even gets to talk with them let alone meet them in the same anchor point….
At this point, all I can say is that it’s going to be an exquisitely “beautiful” cycle of an anchor point I’m in for.
In the end, I can’t help but laugh at the mirror as I examine myself.
Claws dug into my face. Red bits of code not mine dripping and mixing with my crimson life. Not to mention an all too familiar overwhelming instinct and a faint glow of symbols in my eye crying out for more.
I laugh off the pain and conflict within myself, along with those instincts as I let all of my emotions burst out like a steam pipe bomb.
When I was done, I wiped the tears from my face and used the system to change my apparel to something a bit more comfortable.
As for the mess on my body I just let the crystal structure of my body meld, morph, and assimilate till it was pristine again.
With a grunt I spread and stretched my crystal fur covered wings, arms, and tail.
I examine myself once more with a calmer state of mind making sure I look to part; being the god of all angles and all that you need to actually care a awful lot.
Outside of that force is the only way to maintain any authority, and I rather touch up my fur and markings then have to force even one of those crazy ass valkyries to submit to me again.
There is a knock at my door.
“Speaking of said valkyrie.”
My sister swings the door open and I don’t even have the courtesy of saying, “come in.”
Zeta:”Hey guess what big bro!!!
“What?” I try to ask as innocently as possible.
Zeta: “Eeeeeeeeee; all angels have been invited to a party!!! It’s been omni cycles since I've been to a party.”
Even if I don’t really get my sister's ball of emotional being, I’m endeared to it. Nobody can bring a positive atmosphere into any room like Zeta can.
Zeta :”Hey Bro, looks like you missed a tear. Can’t have your cold calculating image be tarnished can we?”
Even when she jokeing at my expense, she manages to do it in a way that makes me smile.
“I suppose not. And by my calculations you're going to want to mess with my fur and markings even though they are, perfectly fine.”
Zeta: “As always you're right. Though “fine” is objectively wrong here. You look like you visited Neptune's realm and dried off by invoking Sahara.”
“It’s.. not that bad is it?
Zeta: “I swear, what would you do without me.”
“Probably have no social skills and be a laughing stock of a god.”
Zeta: “That question was rhetorical and stop being so hard on yourself.
You're a lot stronger than you give yourself credit for.
You’d be fine, a universe creating hot mess, but fine all the same.”
“I’m glad to have a strong sister like you looking out for me.”
Zeta: “Hey you’ve had my back plenty of times, we need to stick together.
Especially since the rest of our brothers and sisters have even more screws loose than us. Not that I blame them.”
“I get what you mean, this job of ours definitely takes its toll, it’s why we get time off in the first place.”
Zeta:”some of us still don’t come back the same… and yesterday…
Epsilon lost it.. Fratricide is probably the worst job out there but it's…”
Before she could even let out a single tear I gave her a hug and she melted into me with grief.
Epsilon meant a lot to her.
Before they fully succumbed to the valkyries curse they would often shop for each other from different realms. It’s part of the reason why she got good at picking out masculine clothing since they leaned towards that type of outfit.
And now with them gone...
Very few of us are left, even fewer still that have managed to not lose themselves to this blessing and curse that’s in the core of our souls.
Very few can live the way of the valkyrie and die with their mind and soul being crushed.
Such is the burden of the valkyries of Entropy.
When Zeta grieved enough to be able to pull herself together she stood tall as always.
(02)
ETA, VALKYRIE.
Omni cycle 12862.1
Local cycle 200
Relativistic cycle 54
Local Thread 178.21-782
Anker Point 4/13/8712
The realm of Mars
Mind anker provided by “Origin”
I feel it, hear it, taste it and see it.
Crimson all over and in me.
This feeling… it’s indescribably euphoric when the symbol of the valkyrie makes itself known.
A part of me but not, warping and twisting what is me into what I would consider to be a monster.
I let the feeling flow throughout me, basking in it as the symbol fades and I return to normal.
Hmm, it seems I’ve made quite a mess.. Again.
This was only meant to be a demonstration to this new realm... Oh well
I don’t even bother to clean my face of the still warm blood of the freshly fallen.
After all, in this realm the blood of your enemies is sacred and it might help in a show of dominance if I just bask in this beautiful substance.
Who am I kidding, I’m just making excuses to keep feeling the blessing.
After teleporting to Aries, my wing and tail twitches when a hint of lingering euphoria hits me; a splotch of warm blood flings off and hits her on her goat shaped head.
She seemed to shutter at the sight of me.
That only made me smile.
Though previously it would have made things awkward, now that I have fully embraced this blessing, it changed me.
“Well then, how about we discuss integration? If you join now I can promise full support from “Nix” and the other gods if you join with us against your creator.”
Aries: “You said that you were on the lower ranks among your brethren?”
“Yes, honestly I could probably be beaten by a good majority of our non-combat angles, let alone my other brethren. Though to be fair they have more privilege and experience than me.
Aries: “Well then it seems I have no choice.”
“Wonderful, I welcome you to the fold of chaos.”
I then get a ping from the thread with the message reading
“Congratulations on completing your mission, you will also be invited to a party extended to all and only angles.”
And with that I lick all the now cooling blood off my maw and head back to my personal quarters to get ready.